Luyện nghe bài hát Bare Witness

T dot O, to the N dot Y
how we do it
Choclair, Kardinall on my man Guru
And Y look, bitch? The

Yo, T dot rocks
We smoke and mix up in your face, you're
So you drop y'all, leaving y'all skills depleted
'Cause you y'all, Chocs and Guru begin
Can you believe how we lock y'all

Niggas who be talking how bigger, how you figure?
You can spark with or talk with this raw
You talk heartless but straight harmless
Snatch your mic out your hand, leave fingers harmless

We rottweilers, while y'all be the 'cause you need to retire
Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip, fired
Kicked out the Hall through Apollo doors
Guru be the brethren, the man
Slide like the doors on the

The ill format, the skills all that, enemies, Jack
counteract, plus build and all that
In fact, a flight to Toronto and back
Be over there with Choclair, with the track

In the born, born, suckers have been forewarned
Take you higher hydro or Moet, Chandon
Word is bond, it's on, in rap game
I mens, mack dames, yes, I'm a fly black king

paper now, packing flavor now
Hit you dead in the head now, my hunger get fed now
My similar to a fierce knuckle hit
Or like points to pierce your whole fucking frame

Ayo, witness the
next on the hitlist?
Rap so that you can't do shit

the fitness
Who's next on the
Rap so exact, you
The shakes like a

Ayo, witness the
Who's on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you can't do

Witness the
Who's next on the
Rap so exact, you
The like a sickness

Now it's the man dropping this
your brain, lock your lips
Talking shit? your game
Career I'm to blame

What's the name?
Guru and the Chocs will
Wild like the lion's mane, walking the rain
Or walking through the of critic suffering

Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot
to keep it hot
My ass niggas be down for the figures
Green in the jean, cruise like act figures

You fucking with raw, suave, dog ass niggas
into the eyes of the man
That will be to career
If they touch the mics stand, nigga said

Hear the cry
Niggas herded like cattle to die
Why?
What the fuck you think? What the fuck you

You know they want our type of to become extinct
Still we multiply, can't really kill us
They're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids feel us
They think we're drug dealers and some of us are

But I be the G U R U of the to the Starr
I'm going far, baby par, in a fly car
Getting from the honeys, parking up at the bar
Always up to par I spar

And yo, your protecting your neck
I be breaking your jaw
Yo Trizzack, shit's wizzack

I took that shit
It shouldn't of even been up on the
Straight thizzack, motherfuckers

Ayo, witness the
Who's on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you do shit

the fitness
Who's next on the
Rap so exact, you
The shakes a sickness

Ayo, the fitness
Who's next on the
Rap so exact that you do shit

My on the hoes
I the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes
Like a pimp, pimps hoes, pimp, hoes
close

Yo, you see, I to party
as much as the next man
So, you know this one right
one's for y'all